I fondly recall working with the 'window cleaners' complete with their lovely red appliances. We spent little time with the fire service off duty, but despite the technical ability at transforming cars into topless run-arounds, I have to concede that they had to earn their beer tokens. The police on the other hand competed ferociously in the selling of tickets for a do. I have a very hazed up memory from attending a police 'knees up' followed shortly by a service do, about both of which I have very little memory. I respect the fire service, but loved the police, as they actively looked out, and liked the 'blood buggy' bodes. PS MY fire-fighter mate who I played darts with, was somewhat contemptious of our service til he fell and # his clavicle. Suddenly, he and his watch loved us. Or was that the entonox?